"Tuesday, 2:30pm, 70 degrees outside. All sunshine. A cool breeze. My boyfriend is at the edge of the bed, naked and on his knees. He has a desperate look on his face. His tail sways back and forth rapidly. He bounces now and then as he continues give me that begging look. He eyes my curves and breasts and soon my rear. Small whimpers and pants come form his muzzle as he continues to bounce on his knees, like a child who can't wait for something sweet and sugary. He has been feeling very frisky all Spring. It was mating season. Its always a habit of his to beg for sex. I ask him why. He says: 'Seeing you naked, tasting your fur and flesh, suckling your nipples, caressing your curves, kissing your lips and mounting you is like having sex with a goddess. It reminds me how lucky I feel to have you as my lover.'"
Begging to mate © 2011 Alex Cockburn
7 years ago
03 Sep 2011 16:00 CEST
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